A Ming Dynasty Princess, but She Farms

[Blurb 1]

Blogger Zhu Zhihua transmigrates into a princess. She currently has two career paths: the first is an early death; the second is marrying some ghastly man in the future, then waiting for her widower-making father to turn her into a widow.

As the saying goes, better someone else die than me. Zhu Zhihua's first choice is obviously the second option. Fortunately, before she can choose, her eldest nephew has already taken the throne. He brings bad luck to his uncles, not his aunts, so Zhu Zhihua can finally forge a third path for princesses: farming.

After all, ancient times have none of the food, drink, and fun of modern life. Zhu Zhihua has lost both her parents, has money and a home, and lives alone in a vast palace. The Chinese urge in her blood won't let her leave a single patch of land unused!

She has only been hefting a hoe for a little while when she suddenly hears someone shout, "The Prince of Yan marches to defend the Mandate of Heaven!" Only then does she finally realize something is wrong.

Zhu Zhihua: "...Now I have to go north and grow wheat? My rice has only just sprouted!"

Zhu Di: "My poor little sister has been abused so badly that she has to spend every day farming just to survive! What did Zhihua ever do to deserve this? The traitors must be punished! We march to defend the Mandate of Heaven!"

Everyone: "The traitors must be punished! We march to defend the Mandate of Heaven!"

Zhu Zhihua: "? Damn. A kind of crop."

[Blurb 2]

A new emperor brings a new era. Zhu Zhihua goes from a little cabbage, yellow in the field, to a genius darling and a lucky charm, basking in threefold affection from her emperor brother, her nephew the crown prince, and her grandnephew the crown prince's son.

Zhu Di: "Little sister, forget growing rice. Let's go north and grow wheat!"

Zhu Gaochi: "Auntie, come pet the flowery-haired Grand Secretary from my household!"

Zhu Zhanji: "Grand-aunt, look! Aren't the crickets I raised in your field huge?"

Zhu Zhihua: "...Anyone who wants this kind of blessing can have it!"

Empress Xu: "Who dares bully Zhuozhuo!"

[Blurb 3]

In the early years of Yongle, the princess was raised in the palace, where the emperor and Empress Renxiao cared for her with the utmost devotion. The princess was skilled at farming and cultivated the land within the palace herself. When the rice ripened, she presented it to the emperor. The crown prince cooked it until it was burnt, black as charcoal, and the crown prince's son wept. The emperor and Empress Renxiao both laughed. The emperor said, "The rice is burnt to a crisp. The princess is angry. What do you say, Crown Prince?" The princess took up the ladle and replied, "It won't burn again."

[Please Note]

The little princess is sixteen, in the bloom of youth, and loves playing in the dirt in the fields. Everyone knows that farming is in our blood. (Not really.)

This is not a historically rigorous story. Dates and events may be changed for the sake of the narrative, so please don't take them as fact.

The blurb was posted on April 17, 2024, and a screenshot has been saved.

Theme: Fairly distribute labor and taxes, encourage agriculture and sericulture, and develop the economy.